Why in Baste Eyes my Form checks expect Yet cast my Security for his Expense Which, I suppose, that Report I prefect Was a File un-welcomed for my Good Sense Though, I assure, was all to contribute For his Sweets added to his Nationed Chest That, to chillax, take Tidbits absolute And brisk the New Day for his Talent's Best Now this, resolved to wax Slime and Conflict Thus put my Loyalty to Terms reset More fruitful, more pruned, from Pride's Tome inflict Then this Orrery - strike Rocks to Sky's bet. In turn perhaps recover from this Fling On Muted Clouds do those Falcons still Sing.